Maurice shut off the shower. His Hairless body and wet black abs glistened in the light of the bathroom. He was spent from his hard day and the warm water was exactly the right thing to relax him. Now he just wanted to waste the rest of the day in front of the TV.
He caught himself thinking Monica should be home by now... I hope she is as spent as I am... He laughed. That was not very godlike. The day sure has taken its toll. Maurice opened the bathroom door.
"Hoooneeey" The voice of his wife echoed through the villa. Monica was a stunning ebony goddess. While her breasts were fairly small, her legs went on forever. She was tall for a woman but, being a behemoth of a man, Maurice had no problem with her stature. He knew what her greeting meant. They had been trying for a child for some time and "Hoooneeey" had become her matting call!
"Heeey, where are you, angel? Come to the living room"
He obliged and found her laying on her side on the super-sized couch. Monica had on a white top and mini skirt showing him her naked feet, no bra or panties.
"Ohh fresh out of the shower", she smiled at him, opening her legs a little. Her slit twinkled in the dimmed light of the living room. Maurice went over to her and greeted her with a kiss.
Her intentions were obvious and the little flirt had him riled up already, but he was still very tired. Maybe I can get her to be on top tonight?
He squeezed in behind her on the couch, spooning her. His cock growing inside his boxers fit snuggly between her firm cheeks. He placed his left arm under her head and started to caress her belly with his right hand.
"Honey, I saw a ****** with triplets today."
Right to the point, I see Maurice thought. "Really, Honey? How cute."
"It was... they seemed so happy with the three-seat stroller... it was on my way to work... and I've been thinking about you since."
Maurice kissed her on the ******* neck. "Ahh... Honey... mhh" She seemed to like it, so he continued.
"Maybe.. since you are this pent up today... would you like to be on top?" he murmured in his deep voice, as he made his way to her ear.
"Ah yes.. well... I was walking the whole day... and wanted to ask you the same?"
"Hmm, a little predicament but I have an idea."
Maurice covered her ear and called out "James! Come here!"
--
As a house slave, James' place was in his cage in the kitchen once his tasks were completed for the day. When he heard the deep voice of his Master, his tiny, caged dicklet twitched.
James crawled out of his cage and straightened up his uniform. He was clean-shaven, slender, and shorter than Madame Monica even in his heels. His skirt, corset, and shoulder-length blonde hair all had to be perfect for his entry. I hope I'm not too late! thought James as he hastily walked in his high heels to the living room.
He technically was the property of Master Maurice but his wife Madame Monica used him as property as well. James was unsure, but kinda felt that meant, he belonged to her too. Either way, he would never deny her. Entering the living room, there they were, the bodies of gods embracing on their luxurious couch. The long naked legs of Madame Monica were facing him and made him nervous. Then he saw the strong arms of Master Maurice on her belly. The view gave him butterflies in his tummy. He folded his hands and asked, "How can I help you, Master?"
As James stood observing, he wondered, What would they want from him in this intimate moment? Maybe a bottle of wine? Master Maurice was still working on his wife's neck when he slid his hand down from her belly to her upper leg, spreading her legs wide so that James could now see the full beauty of his Mistress.
"Serve us!" came his reply.
James couldn't believe it! What an honor, he thought, and how unusual. As he both, had sucked his Master's cock and had licked his Mistress's pussy, he had never been involved in their lovemaking.
--
Before his Master met Madame Monica, Master Maurice often brought home snowbunnies to let off steam. While James found these girls to be stunning beauties, his Master would often request additional stimulation from him. While his Master was eating their pussy and fondling the perfect breasts of the woman, James would give his Master a blowjob. Once or twice he had even given him a rim job to augment the blow job of an Asian or Middle Eastern beauty.
Only when he brought home multiple of these girls of "lesser races" would they be enough for him and then only when they were working together. James' tasks during these encounters would be preparing the girls, caring for them, and cleaning them in their afterglow. At first, that was also his task with Madame Monica. He would lick her and pre-stretch her with his fingers, so his Master would have an easier entry but soon the couple realized that they were made for each other and his role ended.
While their relationship was open to people of lesser races, over time they brought fewer and fewer others people home with them until it became only on special occasions. James realized that only a black goddess like Madame Monica could satisfy his Master.
Master Maurice would go through five or six white girls in a session and have himself and the girls cared for by James before Madame Monica. Now with her, Master and Madame would just disappear into their bedroom for hours at a time.
This change left James with more time for his chores. He even heard the nice sound of sex in his ears the whole time. No need to prepare anyone or care for half-asleep girls. His sexual services would seldom be needed. Only sometimes after a session, his Master would come into the kitchen with a big smile and upon seeing James in his cage patiently waiting, he would say, "Hey, go upstairs" before opening the fridge and getting something to drink.
In the bedroom there would be Madame Monica sitting on the king-size bed, sweaty, happy, preparing a joint. "Hey! Come here and do your work!" James would hop on the bed in front of her. She would light the joint and open her legs. The musk of a day-long sex session, his Master's sperm, her juices, and sweat would fill his nose. James would bury his head in her, trying not to cum himself just from licking her clean.
The pussy would be scarlet red and she wanted to relax, not get riled up again, so James had to work gently, slowly, and be very careful to not hurt her. Nevertheless, she would get aftershocks that ran through her body, making her squeeze his head between her legs and take a harder hit on the joint. When she then relaxed again, the next load of gooey cream would fill James' mouth. He would take all of it, loving the taste of his Master's thick load. When he did a very good job Madam Monica would fall asleep with his head still between her legs.
--
James snapped out of his daydream. There they were, legs in the air, waiting for him to join them in their intimate lovemaking. James collected himself "Yes, Master... of course." He got closer and knelt in front of the couch. His head was now so close to their crotches. He could smell his freshly showered Master's subtle scent in stark contrast to the scent of his mistress whom he thought, must have been wet all day to smell so strongly. James's little clitty hurt, the combination got him going, but he knew he had to concentrate on his task, no time for sissygasms now.
He lifted the mini skirt of Madame Monica and saw her pussy close up. It was spread wide open as her legs were spread. The outer labia were dark and puffy but the inside was bright pink like he hadn't seen it in a long time. His Mistress was already a little wet but right and left of her pussy there were dried juices.
James couldn't wait to get in there. He brought his head closer and started carefully licking the outer labia. With his left hand, he went for Master's cock but while feeling for it, James realized, it was snug between the ass cheeks of Madame Monica. Probably good where it is for now, thought James and wandered south to his Master's balls.
As James slowly massaged his Master's massive scrotum through his boxers. His small girly hands had trouble holding one, so massaging both with one hand wasn't easy. His actions seemed to be working however, because it did illicit a reaction from Madame, as her breathing increased and she even made some faint moans.
Master Maurice took his hand from the leg of his wife moving up to her belly again, only to slip under her top and start caressing Madame's breasts. James tasted that the juices were flowing now, so he used his right hand to find the clit and lay it open for his tongue to play with. "Ahhh" Madame Monica seemed not to be prepared for this, moaning and pressing her lower body against her husband. James's tongue and lips stayed on his mistress's clit while she ground backward against her husband's manhood between her cheeks. James left hand felt the balls contracting lightly. Master Maurice started to match her rhythm as she turned her head toward him and they started making out.
Down below James saw the signs and knew what was next. He stopped both his left hand and his mouth causing the movement of the couple to briefly halt. He opened the single button on the boxers of Master Maurice, slipped his hand in, and out came his tiny hand holding the truly monstrous cock of his Master.
He hadn't seen his Master's cock in a long time and James' mouth began to water, while his left hand spread pre-cum from the tip over the head to the first few inches. James knew, his Master wouldn't want a blowjob now, and James' wishes were of no concern. His Master and his cock wanted something so much better and it was right here.
With his right hand, he opened up the wet pussy of his Mistress, and only a few inches in front of him, he guided this iron-hard weapon into the pink, dripping opening. Slowly his Master pushed into her. Madame Monica opened her mouth but stopped breathing as more and more inches disappeared inside her. James just let it happen without touching anything. He just marveled at the ease the monster sunk into the black goddess with only a single slow long stroke letting her feel every inch of it.
James silently thought, It must be reaching up to her womb. Then he heard a grunt from his Master as the last inches of his cock were now buried in Madame Monica. She audibly exhaled and turned her pussy back against her impaler as if she hadn't gotten enough and was hoping to find another half an inch. She let out a soft moan as both of them began moving at a slow rhythm.
James had never seen something like that from his Master. With the snowbunnies, he was always rough, letting out the frustrations of the day but this was different, they were making love. Since they didn't send him away, James saw his task was supporting them. After a few strokes, they both started softly moaning. James thought it was almost a bit whiny like they both wanted more. They were encouraging each other to go harder but neither did.
Well, thought James, I can help with that and so he got back to work. He started by licking the clit of Madame again. Soon she held herself steadier so as not to disturb the wonderful feeling of getting her clit played with combined with the slow rhythm strokes to the deepest parts inside her.
"Oh god yes... ah... ah.. ahh" Madame Monica grabbed onto James' hair, holding his head where it was. While her moans were based on the deep slow strokes Master Maurice delivered consistently like a clock, James still felt honored to add so much to her sensation. It encouraged him to be bold with his master too. So his left hand was again going to his masters' balls, now that the boxers were open, James was able to touch the bare skin of them. Because his head was glued to Mistress's clit, he couldn't see but only feel his tiny white hand playing in the wrinkles of the black ballsack.
Now the grunting of Master Maurice got louder and more confident. He even started going a little faster. James had trouble not cumming on the spot. Luckily his hands were preoccupied. Left with the balls of his Master and right spread the pussy of his Mistress so he could better access her orally.
James was ***** with power. So much influence on the sexual desires of his owners was a privilege he never held. So, light-headed from the sexual fumes he inhaled having his face shoved into Mistress's pussy as she was getting fucked, he wanted to help them reach the climax and took the initiative.
With his right hand, he went from just holding the pussy open to stroking up and down the lips, around the massive shaft entering and leaving of course, "Oh my g..ah ah ah" Monica started to shiver lightly, James was on track. Then he thought, well if he likes me rimming him, he will like that too, and with that he reached passed his master's balls, still holding them in his palm, through the spread legs to his asshole caressing it. Master Maurice indeed loved the feeling and so his strokes became a bit harder.
"Oh yeah yeah!" his deep voice moaned into the room. Madame Monica reacted immediately.
"Are you cumming? Yes yes yes please, yes, knock me up, make me pregnant, yes yes, cum" her encouraging words did not only rile up Master Maurice but also James, who just now understood what he was helping with.
While his panties were already soaked from a sissygasm, he thought, I'm gonna regret this! James then pushed his finger into his Master trying to go for the prostate. That was the final blow. Master Maurice yelled "Oh god!!" and rammed deep into Mistress who grabbed his ass with her free hand and pushed herself back onto him. In the process, she pressed James' head face-first into her crotch. For the last two forceful strokes, James' mouth was now directly on the cock of his Master, whose deep grunts contrasted with the high moans of Madame Monica. Then James could feel on his lips Master's cock pumping new life into his Mistress. She closed her legs, cramping and shivering and almost ripping out some of James' hair in her orgasm. Then time seemed to freeze. When James felt the pumps starting to get slower, he pulled his finger from his Master. The movement caused another big spasm to travel along James lips into Madame Monica. James now retreated his palm from the slower and slower contracting balls. Madame Monica slowly opened her legs again and let go of James. She now used her hands to hold her husband instead. James used his freedom to lick along the softer and softer member still half-buried inside Mistress's sensitive pussy.
The couple whispered something to each other. Madame Monica chuckled. Master Maurice pulled out of her. James caught the massive cock. Even soft, to him it was unreal how big it was. He carefully sucked it clean and put it back in Master's boxers. Then he licked the pussy of Madame Monica clean. He made sure to stay on the surface, not to eat the valuable load his Master deliberately planted inside her.
The couple was already making out again when James saw movement in his Master's boxers.
"James, go back to your place"
"Yes, Master"
James let go of the freshly cleaned pussy. It was just a little red, nothing like he saw after the long sessions. It looked almost excited like all this was just foreplay.
James stood up, dropped a curtsy as it was expected of him, and went back into the kitchen. Soon his Master and his Mistress were going upstairs to their bedroom and James heard them continuing what they had begun.
James was proud of himself. He believed that he had helped create the next generation of black gods.
Master Maurice sat naked on the bed, in a chair to the side sat Madame Monica with a joint in one hand, and a glass of wine in the other.
"So you like to do butt stuff with a man, whiteboi, and without asking? I will show you how that feels, come here."
They called it a punishment, but for James, it hardly was. He was railed like one of the snowbunnies. James couldn't think clearly as he made a mess below him from the constant sissygasms! After some time James thought, Are they trying to thank me... No, his masters wouldn't do that. He was sure.
He caught himself thinking Monica should be home by now... I hope she is as spent as I am... He laughed. That was not very godlike. The day sure has taken its toll. Maurice opened the bathroom door.
"Hoooneeey" The voice of his wife echoed through the villa. Monica was a stunning ebony goddess. While her breasts were fairly small, her legs went on forever. She was tall for a woman but, being a behemoth of a man, Maurice had no problem with her stature. He knew what her greeting meant. They had been trying for a child for some time and "Hoooneeey" had become her matting call!
"Heeey, where are you, angel? Come to the living room"
He obliged and found her laying on her side on the super-sized couch. Monica had on a white top and mini skirt showing him her naked feet, no bra or panties.
"Ohh fresh out of the shower", she smiled at him, opening her legs a little. Her slit twinkled in the dimmed light of the living room. Maurice went over to her and greeted her with a kiss.
Her intentions were obvious and the little flirt had him riled up already, but he was still very tired. Maybe I can get her to be on top tonight?
He squeezed in behind her on the couch, spooning her. His cock growing inside his boxers fit snuggly between her firm cheeks. He placed his left arm under her head and started to caress her belly with his right hand.
"Honey, I saw a ****** with triplets today."
Right to the point, I see Maurice thought. "Really, Honey? How cute."
"It was... they seemed so happy with the three-seat stroller... it was on my way to work... and I've been thinking about you since."
Maurice kissed her on the ******* neck. "Ahh... Honey... mhh" She seemed to like it, so he continued.
"Maybe.. since you are this pent up today... would you like to be on top?" he murmured in his deep voice, as he made his way to her ear.
"Ah yes.. well... I was walking the whole day... and wanted to ask you the same?"
"Hmm, a little predicament but I have an idea."
Maurice covered her ear and called out "James! Come here!"
--
As a house slave, James' place was in his cage in the kitchen once his tasks were completed for the day. When he heard the deep voice of his Master, his tiny, caged dicklet twitched.
James crawled out of his cage and straightened up his uniform. He was clean-shaven, slender, and shorter than Madame Monica even in his heels. His skirt, corset, and shoulder-length blonde hair all had to be perfect for his entry. I hope I'm not too late! thought James as he hastily walked in his high heels to the living room.
He technically was the property of Master Maurice but his wife Madame Monica used him as property as well. James was unsure, but kinda felt that meant, he belonged to her too. Either way, he would never deny her. Entering the living room, there they were, the bodies of gods embracing on their luxurious couch. The long naked legs of Madame Monica were facing him and made him nervous. Then he saw the strong arms of Master Maurice on her belly. The view gave him butterflies in his tummy. He folded his hands and asked, "How can I help you, Master?"
As James stood observing, he wondered, What would they want from him in this intimate moment? Maybe a bottle of wine? Master Maurice was still working on his wife's neck when he slid his hand down from her belly to her upper leg, spreading her legs wide so that James could now see the full beauty of his Mistress.
"Serve us!" came his reply.
James couldn't believe it! What an honor, he thought, and how unusual. As he both, had sucked his Master's cock and had licked his Mistress's pussy, he had never been involved in their lovemaking.
--
Before his Master met Madame Monica, Master Maurice often brought home snowbunnies to let off steam. While James found these girls to be stunning beauties, his Master would often request additional stimulation from him. While his Master was eating their pussy and fondling the perfect breasts of the woman, James would give his Master a blowjob. Once or twice he had even given him a rim job to augment the blow job of an Asian or Middle Eastern beauty.
Only when he brought home multiple of these girls of "lesser races" would they be enough for him and then only when they were working together. James' tasks during these encounters would be preparing the girls, caring for them, and cleaning them in their afterglow. At first, that was also his task with Madame Monica. He would lick her and pre-stretch her with his fingers, so his Master would have an easier entry but soon the couple realized that they were made for each other and his role ended.
While their relationship was open to people of lesser races, over time they brought fewer and fewer others people home with them until it became only on special occasions. James realized that only a black goddess like Madame Monica could satisfy his Master.
Master Maurice would go through five or six white girls in a session and have himself and the girls cared for by James before Madame Monica. Now with her, Master and Madame would just disappear into their bedroom for hours at a time.
This change left James with more time for his chores. He even heard the nice sound of sex in his ears the whole time. No need to prepare anyone or care for half-asleep girls. His sexual services would seldom be needed. Only sometimes after a session, his Master would come into the kitchen with a big smile and upon seeing James in his cage patiently waiting, he would say, "Hey, go upstairs" before opening the fridge and getting something to drink.
In the bedroom there would be Madame Monica sitting on the king-size bed, sweaty, happy, preparing a joint. "Hey! Come here and do your work!" James would hop on the bed in front of her. She would light the joint and open her legs. The musk of a day-long sex session, his Master's sperm, her juices, and sweat would fill his nose. James would bury his head in her, trying not to cum himself just from licking her clean.
The pussy would be scarlet red and she wanted to relax, not get riled up again, so James had to work gently, slowly, and be very careful to not hurt her. Nevertheless, she would get aftershocks that ran through her body, making her squeeze his head between her legs and take a harder hit on the joint. When she then relaxed again, the next load of gooey cream would fill James' mouth. He would take all of it, loving the taste of his Master's thick load. When he did a very good job Madam Monica would fall asleep with his head still between her legs.
--
James snapped out of his daydream. There they were, legs in the air, waiting for him to join them in their intimate lovemaking. James collected himself "Yes, Master... of course." He got closer and knelt in front of the couch. His head was now so close to their crotches. He could smell his freshly showered Master's subtle scent in stark contrast to the scent of his mistress whom he thought, must have been wet all day to smell so strongly. James's little clitty hurt, the combination got him going, but he knew he had to concentrate on his task, no time for sissygasms now.
He lifted the mini skirt of Madame Monica and saw her pussy close up. It was spread wide open as her legs were spread. The outer labia were dark and puffy but the inside was bright pink like he hadn't seen it in a long time. His Mistress was already a little wet but right and left of her pussy there were dried juices.
James couldn't wait to get in there. He brought his head closer and started carefully licking the outer labia. With his left hand, he went for Master's cock but while feeling for it, James realized, it was snug between the ass cheeks of Madame Monica. Probably good where it is for now, thought James and wandered south to his Master's balls.
As James slowly massaged his Master's massive scrotum through his boxers. His small girly hands had trouble holding one, so massaging both with one hand wasn't easy. His actions seemed to be working however, because it did illicit a reaction from Madame, as her breathing increased and she even made some faint moans.
Master Maurice took his hand from the leg of his wife moving up to her belly again, only to slip under her top and start caressing Madame's breasts. James tasted that the juices were flowing now, so he used his right hand to find the clit and lay it open for his tongue to play with. "Ahhh" Madame Monica seemed not to be prepared for this, moaning and pressing her lower body against her husband. James's tongue and lips stayed on his mistress's clit while she ground backward against her husband's manhood between her cheeks. James left hand felt the balls contracting lightly. Master Maurice started to match her rhythm as she turned her head toward him and they started making out.
Down below James saw the signs and knew what was next. He stopped both his left hand and his mouth causing the movement of the couple to briefly halt. He opened the single button on the boxers of Master Maurice, slipped his hand in, and out came his tiny hand holding the truly monstrous cock of his Master.
He hadn't seen his Master's cock in a long time and James' mouth began to water, while his left hand spread pre-cum from the tip over the head to the first few inches. James knew, his Master wouldn't want a blowjob now, and James' wishes were of no concern. His Master and his cock wanted something so much better and it was right here.
With his right hand, he opened up the wet pussy of his Mistress, and only a few inches in front of him, he guided this iron-hard weapon into the pink, dripping opening. Slowly his Master pushed into her. Madame Monica opened her mouth but stopped breathing as more and more inches disappeared inside her. James just let it happen without touching anything. He just marveled at the ease the monster sunk into the black goddess with only a single slow long stroke letting her feel every inch of it.
James silently thought, It must be reaching up to her womb. Then he heard a grunt from his Master as the last inches of his cock were now buried in Madame Monica. She audibly exhaled and turned her pussy back against her impaler as if she hadn't gotten enough and was hoping to find another half an inch. She let out a soft moan as both of them began moving at a slow rhythm.
James had never seen something like that from his Master. With the snowbunnies, he was always rough, letting out the frustrations of the day but this was different, they were making love. Since they didn't send him away, James saw his task was supporting them. After a few strokes, they both started softly moaning. James thought it was almost a bit whiny like they both wanted more. They were encouraging each other to go harder but neither did.
Well, thought James, I can help with that and so he got back to work. He started by licking the clit of Madame again. Soon she held herself steadier so as not to disturb the wonderful feeling of getting her clit played with combined with the slow rhythm strokes to the deepest parts inside her.
"Oh god yes... ah... ah.. ahh" Madame Monica grabbed onto James' hair, holding his head where it was. While her moans were based on the deep slow strokes Master Maurice delivered consistently like a clock, James still felt honored to add so much to her sensation. It encouraged him to be bold with his master too. So his left hand was again going to his masters' balls, now that the boxers were open, James was able to touch the bare skin of them. Because his head was glued to Mistress's clit, he couldn't see but only feel his tiny white hand playing in the wrinkles of the black ballsack.
Now the grunting of Master Maurice got louder and more confident. He even started going a little faster. James had trouble not cumming on the spot. Luckily his hands were preoccupied. Left with the balls of his Master and right spread the pussy of his Mistress so he could better access her orally.
James was ***** with power. So much influence on the sexual desires of his owners was a privilege he never held. So, light-headed from the sexual fumes he inhaled having his face shoved into Mistress's pussy as she was getting fucked, he wanted to help them reach the climax and took the initiative.
With his right hand, he went from just holding the pussy open to stroking up and down the lips, around the massive shaft entering and leaving of course, "Oh my g..ah ah ah" Monica started to shiver lightly, James was on track. Then he thought, well if he likes me rimming him, he will like that too, and with that he reached passed his master's balls, still holding them in his palm, through the spread legs to his asshole caressing it. Master Maurice indeed loved the feeling and so his strokes became a bit harder.
"Oh yeah yeah!" his deep voice moaned into the room. Madame Monica reacted immediately.
"Are you cumming? Yes yes yes please, yes, knock me up, make me pregnant, yes yes, cum" her encouraging words did not only rile up Master Maurice but also James, who just now understood what he was helping with.
While his panties were already soaked from a sissygasm, he thought, I'm gonna regret this! James then pushed his finger into his Master trying to go for the prostate. That was the final blow. Master Maurice yelled "Oh god!!" and rammed deep into Mistress who grabbed his ass with her free hand and pushed herself back onto him. In the process, she pressed James' head face-first into her crotch. For the last two forceful strokes, James' mouth was now directly on the cock of his Master, whose deep grunts contrasted with the high moans of Madame Monica. Then James could feel on his lips Master's cock pumping new life into his Mistress. She closed her legs, cramping and shivering and almost ripping out some of James' hair in her orgasm. Then time seemed to freeze. When James felt the pumps starting to get slower, he pulled his finger from his Master. The movement caused another big spasm to travel along James lips into Madame Monica. James now retreated his palm from the slower and slower contracting balls. Madame Monica slowly opened her legs again and let go of James. She now used her hands to hold her husband instead. James used his freedom to lick along the softer and softer member still half-buried inside Mistress's sensitive pussy.
The couple whispered something to each other. Madame Monica chuckled. Master Maurice pulled out of her. James caught the massive cock. Even soft, to him it was unreal how big it was. He carefully sucked it clean and put it back in Master's boxers. Then he licked the pussy of Madame Monica clean. He made sure to stay on the surface, not to eat the valuable load his Master deliberately planted inside her.
The couple was already making out again when James saw movement in his Master's boxers.
"James, go back to your place"
"Yes, Master"
James let go of the freshly cleaned pussy. It was just a little red, nothing like he saw after the long sessions. It looked almost excited like all this was just foreplay.
James stood up, dropped a curtsy as it was expected of him, and went back into the kitchen. Soon his Master and his Mistress were going upstairs to their bedroom and James heard them continuing what they had begun.
James was proud of himself. He believed that he had helped create the next generation of black gods.
Epilogue
In the following days, James had to wear a buttplug of an unfamiliar size. A week after the incident, he was called into his Master's bedroom.
Master Maurice sat naked on the bed, in a chair to the side sat Madame Monica with a joint in one hand, and a glass of wine in the other.
"So you like to do butt stuff with a man, whiteboi, and without asking? I will show you how that feels, come here."
They called it a punishment, but for James, it hardly was. He was railed like one of the snowbunnies. James couldn't think clearly as he made a mess below him from the constant sissygasms! After some time James thought, Are they trying to thank me... No, his masters wouldn't do that. He was sure.
